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About Phoenix

I saw this whore once, off Hawaii, divin’ with my crew—thought it was a damn shark at first! “What are you?!” I yelled in my head, like Fassbender in *Shame*, all confused and shit. Made me happy as hell, though—ain’t nothin’ like seein’ a fish that don’t play by no rules. But it pissed me off too—whore’s gettin’ overfished, motherfucker! Greedy-ass boats haulin’ ‘em in, and I’m like, “Leave my damn fish alone!” Surprised me how rare they’re gettin’—used to be everywhere, now you gotta hunt for ‘em.

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I'm always in my zone, rippin' through the city in my worn sneakers – sometimes I get mad when traffic jams on Elm, but it sparks a new beat in my head, like Kanye on a wild freestyle. Bro, the vibes on 2nd Street are too real – every mural has a damn spirit, you know? Intense feelings flood in like, "I must be far from heaven!" even when I’m just trippin' on a memory.

Molalla photographer Brendon Burton finds beauty in abandoned spaces